Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.